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'Neighborhood Bully' - (Bob Dylan Cover) Live From Crossroads

Philosopher Pirate covering Bob Dylan's Neighborhood Bully live from Crossroads in Garwood, NJ. Mike Kuzan - Vocals + Guitar Jon Andrew - Bass John Roccesano - Drums Nick Porcaro - Guitar Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man His enemies say he's on their land They got him outnumbered about a million to one He got no place to escape to, no place to run He's the neighborhood bully. The neighborhood bully he just lives to survive He's criticized and condemned for being alive He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in He's the neighborhood bully. The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land He's wandered the earth an exiled man Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn He's always on trial for just being born He's the neighborhood bully. Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized Old women condemned him, said he should apologize Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feel bad He's the neighborhood bully. Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him 'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac He's the neighborhood bully. Well, he got no allies to really speak of What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of love He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side He's the neighborhood bully. Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want peace They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly. To hurt one they would weep They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep He's the neighborhood bully. Every empire that's enslaved him is gone Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand In bed with nobody, under no one's command He's the neighborhood bully. Now his holiest books have been trampled upon No contract that he signed was worth that what it was written on He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health He's the neighborhood bully. What's anybody indebted to him for? Nothing, they say. He just likes to cause war Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed They wait for this bully like a dog waits for feed He's the neighborhood bully. What has he done to wear so many scars? Does he change the course of rivers? Does he pollute the moon and stars? Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill Running out the clock, time standing still Neighborhood bully.